Directions : Read the extract given below and answer the questions that follow by selecting the correct/most appropriate options. 
Break, Break, Break, 
On thy cold gray stones, O sea ! 
And I would that my tongue could utter 
The thoughts that arise in me. 
O, well for the fisherman’s boy, 
That he shouts with his sister at play ! 
O, well for the sailor lad, 
That he sings in his boat on the bay ! 
And the stately ships go on 
To their haven under the hill; 
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand, 
And the sound of a voice that is still ! 
Break, Break, Break, 
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! 
But the tender grace of a day that is dead 
Will never come back to me.